My current mantra is, “living a life without regrets.”
It would be hypocritical of me to wander blithely through my life if I didn’t address the one regret I do have. It truly is the only one.
I regret never having children.
I will, in 4 days, be as old as my mother was when Hub & I married. The reality of this brings me to tears every time I think about it.
I was almost a mom once. Eight years ago. It’s a sad story that I don’t want to go into now … again … I’ve written about it before.
She turned 20 this year. I still often wonder how she’s doing … WHAT she’s doing. Did she graduate from high school? Go to college? Have children? Would I be a grandmother? Seriously, that last question is just plain scary. I’m too young to be a grandma!
But really. I wonder about her. To this day. Eight years later.
Do I regret the life I have? No. I am blessed with a husband who loves me in spite of my many and varied faults and I love him right back. We have a nice house, a new car (it’s a year old … but it’s still new), we live in a good neighborhood, and let’s not forget the goofy Barky Boys. I have a good job that pays a comfortable income. I make enough so despite the fact Hub still hasn’t found a full-time job, we’re able to make ends meet with the paychecks we receive.
I just wish we had been blessed with a child or two or ten along the way.
That’s my only regret.